between her breasts. “I miss being your bitch.”
God , she likes to play dirty and I sort of miss it. My dick, pulsing in my shorts, really misses it. It’s been weeks, and I’ve never gone this long without being with a woman. My hand just isn’t the same.
“Don’t talk like that,” I say, glancing around. No one’s listening. They’re either watching the game or looking at Janelle’s tits.
“It’s your fault, baby, leaving me high and dry like that. I came down here looking for something to help work off a little frustration.”
Working for Dr. Markson has been a total lifestyle change for me. I met with my clients one by one to tell them I was on a sabbatical until I graduate. Most have been okay with it, and I even had several nice, sexy goodbyes. Margaret’s biding her time until I’m finished; having booked me first thing once the experiment is over. April threw a vase. Janelle? She didn’t buy it then; and from the way she’s rubbing against me, I’m not sure she’s buying it now. To be fair, if I could, I’d drag her to the alley behind the bar. Janelle loves giving head. She’d cure me of these blue balls before the Braves get up to their next bat.
However, that’s not happening. At least that’s what I remind myself as I say, “Call me in a couple months.” I gesture to the bartender and order two Blue Moons. “My schedule should be clear by then.”
“Summer?”
“It’s nice to see you, Janelle.” I lean down to give her a quick kiss. She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me closer, pushing her tongue in my mouth. I’m not going to hurt her feelings or offend her, so I let it happen. I may be busy with work now, but I have no interest in losing my hard-earned client list.
“I’ve got that,” she says, pointing to the two beers the bartender just pushed my way.
“Thanks.” I wink and give her my best smile.
I set the beer in front of Dave and he says, “Who was that?”
“That was Janelle.”
He looks over at the bar and checks out the woman I’ ve talked so much about. “Your Tuesday night? She’s the one whose husband is out of town for six months?”
“Yeah , poor bastard.” I tip the bottle to my lips and wash the taste of her out of my mouth. “And former Tuesday night, I’m a one woman guy now.”
Dave shudders. “Don’t talk about Dr. Markson like that.”
I laugh but leave the joke. Dave’s in my program and knows that I’m working closely with our professor on a long-term project. That’s all he knows other than the fact I’ve cut back on my dates to focus. “She’s an inspired professor,” I say. “Very cutting edge.”
“She’d have to be for you to give up the cash cow.” His eyes light up. “Maybe I should fill in for you until you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”
I shoot him a hard look. “No.”
“Why not? I lay pipe as good as anyone else.”
I shake my head. “Being an escort isn’t about laying pipe. Not all the time, at least. It’s not just about having sex. It’s about giving your date what she needs.”
“Which sometimes a good fuck is exactly what she needs,” Dave says, nodding across the room to where Janelle leans against some guy. His hand cups her ass and something about it makes me uncomfortable.
“Sometimes , yes, but you wouldn’t believe the number of times I had to listen to her cry about being alone, and how her husband loves his job more than he loves her. Or, Jesus, the women who have all kinds of insecurities or the women who are so tired of being dominated that they just want to dominate someone in return.”
“That can’t be so bad,” he says.
“No,” I laugh. “That’s definitely not bad. But they’ve got all this baggage and you can’t add to it.”
“God, you’re going to be the next Freud or something.”
“That’s the plan.” I finish my beer and see that the dartboard has opened up again. “Another game?”
“Guess you want to get your ass kicked
God , she likes to play dirty and I sort of miss it. My dick, pulsing in my shorts, really misses it. It’s been weeks, and I’ve never gone this long without being with a woman. My hand just isn’t the same.
“Don’t talk like that,” I say, glancing around. No one’s listening. They’re either watching the game or looking at Janelle’s tits.
“It’s your fault, baby, leaving me high and dry like that. I came down here looking for something to help work off a little frustration.”
Working for Dr. Markson has been a total lifestyle change for me. I met with my clients one by one to tell them I was on a sabbatical until I graduate. Most have been okay with it, and I even had several nice, sexy goodbyes. Margaret’s biding her time until I’m finished; having booked me first thing once the experiment is over. April threw a vase. Janelle? She didn’t buy it then; and from the way she’s rubbing against me, I’m not sure she’s buying it now. To be fair, if I could, I’d drag her to the alley behind the bar. Janelle loves giving head. She’d cure me of these blue balls before the Braves get up to their next bat.
However, that’s not happening. At least that’s what I remind myself as I say, “Call me in a couple months.” I gesture to the bartender and order two Blue Moons. “My schedule should be clear by then.”
“Summer?”
“It’s nice to see you, Janelle.” I lean down to give her a quick kiss. She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me closer, pushing her tongue in my mouth. I’m not going to hurt her feelings or offend her, so I let it happen. I may be busy with work now, but I have no interest in losing my hard-earned client list.
“I’ve got that,” she says, pointing to the two beers the bartender just pushed my way.
“Thanks.” I wink and give her my best smile.
I set the beer in front of Dave and he says, “Who was that?”
“That was Janelle.”
He looks over at the bar and checks out the woman I’ ve talked so much about. “Your Tuesday night? She’s the one whose husband is out of town for six months?”
“Yeah , poor bastard.” I tip the bottle to my lips and wash the taste of her out of my mouth. “And former Tuesday night, I’m a one woman guy now.”
Dave shudders. “Don’t talk about Dr. Markson like that.”
I laugh but leave the joke. Dave’s in my program and knows that I’m working closely with our professor on a long-term project. That’s all he knows other than the fact I’ve cut back on my dates to focus. “She’s an inspired professor,” I say. “Very cutting edge.”
“She’d have to be for you to give up the cash cow.” His eyes light up. “Maybe I should fill in for you until you’re ready to get back in the saddle.”
I shoot him a hard look. “No.”
“Why not? I lay pipe as good as anyone else.”
I shake my head. “Being an escort isn’t about laying pipe. Not all the time, at least. It’s not just about having sex. It’s about giving your date what she needs.”
“Which sometimes a good fuck is exactly what she needs,” Dave says, nodding across the room to where Janelle leans against some guy. His hand cups her ass and something about it makes me uncomfortable.
“Sometimes , yes, but you wouldn’t believe the number of times I had to listen to her cry about being alone, and how her husband loves his job more than he loves her. Or, Jesus, the women who have all kinds of insecurities or the women who are so tired of being dominated that they just want to dominate someone in return.”
“That can’t be so bad,” he says.
“No,” I laugh. “That’s definitely not bad. But they’ve got all this baggage and you can’t add to it.”
“God, you’re going to be the next Freud or something.”
“That’s the plan.” I finish my beer and see that the dartboard has opened up again. “Another game?”
“Guess you want to get your ass kicked
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